Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter Six - Far too Young to Die

"What do you think of the team so far?" Matt asked, expecting an immediate answer.

I shrugged my shoulders before replying, "They seem like great guys."

Matt nodded his head, continuing to keep his eyes on the road.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.

Earlier this morning, I recieved a text from him asking me to meet him at his apartment at 10:00 in the morning, which I did. I had no idea what to expect. Then, here we are now, on our way to an undisclosed location.

"Can you please tell me where we're going?" I pleaded, giving him the puppy dog eyes. I guess he was so focused on the road, he never noticed me. If he would've noticed, I know I would've had him wrapped around my little finger. Everyone falls victim.

"Nope." he smirked, humming along to Rain is a Good Thing by Luke Bryan. I scoffed and turned to look out the window. The buildings flew by us, it felt as though he was driving a hundred miles per hour.

For the rest of the car ride, we remained silent. Since he wasn't going to tell me where we were going, I had nothing to say to him. The silence only lasted a mere couple minutes until he pulled into the Pepsi Center parking lot. I rolled my eyes as I undid my seatbelt.

"Why are we here?" I mumbled, rolling my eyes once more.

"Just shut up and follow me." he chuckled, nodding towards the entrance. I scoffed and followed behind him slowly, trying my best not to fall and embarrass the hell out of myself... Like I normally do.

"You're an ass." I mumbled under my breath.

"Pardon?" he chuckled, clearly aware of what I said.

"You heard what I said," I giggled, checking him into the walls of the building's hallway.

"You heard what I said." he mocked in a high-pitched voice, making a stupid face.

"Screw-"

"Good afternoon, Matt." Patrick Roy interrupted, nodding towards the hockey player next to me.

"Reagan?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at me. "Are you little Reagan? It's been so long."

"It's me," I chuckled awkwardly. "It's nice to see you again."

"You too!" he cried, pulling me into a hug. "How's your parents and Shane doing?"

"They're not too bad, I guess."

Come to think of it, I haven't talked to them since the day I arrived in Denver almost two weeks ago.

"You know, when Matt, here, told me Reagan LeBeau was in Denver and looking for a job, I couldn't believe my ears." he smiled warmly at me.

I looked over at Matt, puzzled.

"I remembered you told me the price of university broke you, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and get you a job." he piped up, scratching the back of his neck innocently.

I shook my head playfully, crossing my arms tightly around my chest, "You really didn't have to, Matt." I blushed.

"No worries, Reagan. Any friend of Katy is a friend of mine."

Stay cliche, Matt. Stay cliche.

"I insist you take the job at our Avalanche Gear Store." Patrick added.

My eyes darted between Matt and Patrick for a few moments before clasping my bottom lip between my teeth. I can't just take a job out of the blue like this. Sure, I've known Patrick for a long time, but I couldn't just--